Monday, September 12, 2005
Dr. Lavigne (the ancient sexuality instructor) left for Florida, having had a "family emergency", to quote Dr. Larmour, which means class this afternoon was cancelled. I considered utilizing this time for my swimming assignment (half an hour in the pool outside of class), but I work immediately afterward until two in the morning, so I would rather wait until tomorrow.
I went with every good intention to the foreign language building, zu Latein studieren, aber Steve hat mit mir gesprochen... und gesprochen... und gesprochen. Then I visited the Germans for a couple of minutes, until Eike had to leave for his class. Now I suppose I ought to finish Latin and read the philosophy text before I scurry off to another horrid evening of asking people if they would like ketchup or barbecue sauce with their fries. Quatsch.
As an afterthough, I shall document as well that I dropped the ancient history course: I never make the trip across campus on time. I bought the books used, so I might keep them.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:23 PM]